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Unlike my last attack, I awakened to a pain as bad as when I lost consciousness. My eyes flew open and I gasped against the horrible agony. A terrible fire now burned inside me, lashed by the invisible hands that pulled at my very soul.
The ceiling was no longer the night sky, but the tiles of Ayame’s house. Beneath me was my mat, and around me sat my grandparents and Caius. A sweat-soaked blanket covered me.
“Jane!” Bee cried out. “Jane, what is it?”
Sage pressed one of my shoulders against the mat and I shuddered at the touch. Every inch of pressure on me felt like more hands trying to wrench me apart. “There is no fever, but her skin is cold.”
“Stop describing what we already know and prescribe something to help her!” Caius snapped.
Another tremor of pain rippled through
